Chapter Twenty Two

So the news is in on Chris and Evan's injuries. Chris has a few cracked ribs which will put him out for three to six weeks while Evan has a broken nose, a fractured collar bone, and a gash on his head. The collar bone will take six weeks to heal, the stitches for the gash will take about three or six months, and no one is real sure how long it will take the surgery he had to have on his nose to be better. I've yet to tell Chris about me being accepted but I plan to tell him tonight. We're in Anchorage visiting my parents because Chris can't be at the live shows and right now I'm not on commentary. Louis will be staying with my mom and dad for the weekend so they can get to see their grandchild. Right now Chris and I are laying on the bed and watch Whose Line Is It Anyway reruns. He has to sit up and rest against the pillows because anything else hurts him and I can't hold him but we can still hold hands.

"Meg...would you be mad if we couldn't go out to dinner tonight?" Chris asks softly.

I shake my head, "Of course not, if your in pain you shouldn't be going anywhere."

Chris nods and lays his head on my shoulder, "You said earlier you wanted to tell me something though..."

I gulp, I had wanted to tell him that' I'm picking my in ring career back up but I don't know how he'll take it. "It's...it's...I talked to Vince yesterday while I was on my way back from getting Lou."

"Did he say he was going to punish those losers for what they did?"

I shake my head, "He...Chris I'm dropping being a ring announcer to pick up being in the ring again."

He looks at me, "Why all of a sudden your not..." he takes one look at me and knows exactly why I decided to want an in ring career again. "Meg, these guys aren't David Hart Smith, Vladimir Kozloff, and The Big Show. They aren't going to let you off the hook so easy if you go after them. You saw what they did to me and John. We're as big as they are. Did you look at what was wrong with Evy? Did you see him lying there bleeding? That would happen to you...or worse..."

"So your saying that because I'm a girl and because I'm small I couldn't take them down?" I ask, biting my lower lip. "May I remind you that I made David Hart Smith tap out to the Sharpshooter. And I wouldn't go after them alone. I'd make sure I found some people who would help me."

"Meghan...after seeing what they did to Adam and I, no one is going to stand up against them." Chris says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be so sure, give me a few weeks to get back into the groove of things and watch the situation. Trust me, they seem together but every tag team has a weak link."

"They aren't a tag team, they're a unit!" Chris says, his voice exasperated.

"You have obviously never seen the way David Otunga looks at Wade Barett," I smirk.

"What are you going to tell me that he's in love with Wade?" Chris rolls his eyes.

"It's not love. It's a mix between jealousy and hatred. He can't stand the fact that Wade beat him during NXT. He may work for him and try to do what he says but he's harboring that hatred."

"So that's one member. There are five others you have to get to hate Wade. And I wanna be there when you talk Skip Sheffield into hating him." Chris says, "Just do me a favor okay?"

"And that is?" I ask, sighing.

"Please, please, please don't do anything to agitate Wade. I couldn't let you get hurt." Chris says, locking his fingers with mine.

I sigh, "After what he did-"

"After what he did to you, you should know not to agitate him. Him raping you was bad enough. Him breaking you and hurting you perminately...I couldn't live with myself if that happened to you..."

I kiss him gently, "Baby, I'm going to do whatever it takes to make the WWE a safe place. That's part of why I wanted to take Louis with us in the first place. It was a family friendly place where you could take kids. Now I'm scared to take Louis with us. The other night when Wade had him..."

Chris kisses me and runs a hand through my hair, "That won't happen anymore, I promise. If we have to, we'll leave him here with your mom."

"But that's not what I want Chris. I want to be able to take him with us so I don't have him growing up only seeing his mother occasionally!"

Chris sits fully up, hissing in pain as he does. He puts his hands on either side of my face, "Then we'll make sure the WWE is safe again. So you're going to start in the ring again?"

I nod, "Yeah. Vince gave me the week off to be here with you. After that, I'm going to be starting off with a sort of new persona. I'm still going to be a punk rock type but more like if I was in the attitude era."

Chris laughs, "You weren't here for the Attitude Era. If we have to go back to the Attitude Era, I have to grow a mullet and weird facial hair."

"I've seen pictures of you from the Attitude Era, you weren't that bad looking babe." I tease. "I'm getting hungry, go make me a sammich!"

Chris lets out a bark of a laugh, "I'm the hurt one! If anyone was going to make food for anyone, you should make food for me!"

"What do ya want?" I ask, smiling.

"Um, do we have any clam chowder? The microwavable stuff." Chris laughs, "You think that I'd be use to the cold weather, since it's not any colder here than it is in Canada. I guess I got so use to traveling that I'm getting less use to the cold."

I get off the bed and go downstairs. I fix two bowls of clam chowder and go to put crackers in it as I hear my phone vibrating on the counter. I totally forgot that I had left it down here but I guess I had. I grab it and see a text from Natty, a text from John, and a text from an unknown number. I open the one from Natty first. ~Hey, Meggers, tell me if you hear from Tyson and David. I'm sharing a room with them and they haven't texted me back to tell me they're on their way yet.~

I text her back ~No prob Natty. I'll tell you if I hear from them.~

Next I open the one from John, ~Heard about Chris. Would it be okay for me, Robyn and Nikki to come over sometime this week before we leave for Texas?~

I smile and send back ~Sure I think that'll be fun. I'll pick Louis up from my mom's and they can have a play date? Robyn done being mad at me?~

A few seconds later John sends, ~She says she can be nice. But I gotta get going, she's waiting in the car for me.~

I nod and open the last text. It says, ~I told you that I'd take out all of your friends. Two down, a few more to go. You'll learn to never, ever disrespect me.~ The message must be from Wade but what really worries me is the picture. It's Tyson and David laying in the middle of a hallway. I can tell that Tyson has a broken leg because I can see the bone sticking out from the leg and David's arm is bent in a funny shape.

~You bastard...~ I send back. I go back to my messages and send Natty one, ~Get Cena and Orton and have them take you to the arena. Tyson and David...well...~ I attach the picture and head upstairs with our food.

"What's wrong?" Chris asks, seeing the look on my face.

"They got to Tyson and David. There aren't many people left to get..." I say, shaking my head.

"More than you think. Meghan, you may not talk to many people but I bet they don't hate you. And something like this usually unites people." Chris smiles.

I hope to god he's right. For what I need to do, I'm going to need a good team.